Friday, May 13, 2005

"I hate you. ...in the most loving way possible." -me to Meridith, after she slipped into size 5 jeans

I haven't eaten today. No, wait...I'm lying. I had a little mini sandwich at the makeup/hair thing. And I've had 3 diet Cokes. Hahaha! So I'm awake all night as well as starving...lovely.

I'm watching the 1 a.m. rerun of Oprah and it is on her little weightloss regime. It makes me realize what a little SlackerHead I have been in the past month. I've worked out maybe 4? 5? times in the past 4 weeks. SLACKER! I've gained two pounds. That is probably because of my severe lack of eating in the past few weeks. I have gotten a bit better about that. (Well, except today, obviously.) But I really need to start eating breakfast ...and other meals, haha. And I really need to go to sleep before midnight, heck--any time before 3! Really.

Though I am still basically on track for my Thanksgiving goal. Wow, what if I really make it? What if I am over 100 lbs. smaller this Christmas than I was last Christmas??? My brain can't handle that. I am already at the smallest shirt size that most Chunky Stores carry. (Well...except for some styles, but that's not my fault. Dang huge chest.) I don't know if I can be skinny. I have never been skinny. Maybe I just will never be skinny. (Much like how I will never be short, haha.) Whenever my dad made me promise I'd never wear really short skirts I said, "Of course I won't! I know what my chunky legs look like." Dude, unforunately if I do get skinny and my legs get toned (Deborah got the gorgeous legs in the family!?! Not fair.) then I am not sure if I can keep myself away from cute short skirts. I mean, DANG GINA, I've got like a 35 or 36 inch inseam. That's three freaking feet long. That's some long legs, baby. Those in some 3 or 4 inch heels. Wow...I almost just got jealous of myself.

susie the giant

Ah yes...that would be a 12-year-old Susannah (...possibly 11-years-old, but not older than 12). I am towering over my friends (who are the exact same age as me.) Please disregard the insane clothing choices. Tapered jeans! Tapered jeans! I spit on tapered jeans! *patooee* Awww...look at my pristine posture even at that age.

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